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Другой So you were born, a helpless man,Who would be strange for now and then,And who would not be understoodBy parents in his childhood,Who would soon start to feel as soHe's one of soldiers in the rowWithout mind, without heart,All struggling to escape this, but...But it will be in aftertime -And we return to what is prime.You were a child, small and funny,Who learned how to cry for mummy,Whose world was in her lips and handsWith no idea where it ends.But years passed, and you grew strong,And found soon that you were wrong,And found world ahead of youAlong with things, not much, not few,Along with men, all old indeed,Not knowing where it will you lead,Now knowing how you will soon feelIn being someone other's meal,In being someone other's toyAs they but mock and laugh in joy,For they have found you as "strange"When you appeared in the range,When you refused to play with them,When you showed no respect to Sam,When you was almost all aloneWithin your own thoughts and tone.Man-in-itself in all the aspects,Without need for fame and respects,Without wish to behave so...Not like a soldier in the row.Oh, boy, not soon you understoodThat it was not for bad, but good,That it was like a road's stoneFor no one said there would be none,For no one said there was no priceFor understanding of such size,For possibility to growNot sacrificing to The Row.You were the different, alone,For many others - road's stone,And by some person's wish for funYou were then called "another one".You tried to make them understandThat you could give a helpful handTo help them see the other sun …But they just laughed : "Another one!".You tried to help them feel as soThey are unique in the row -That's similarity you’ve fought,You tried to help ... they listened not.Another one you have becomeIn their eyes in days to come,In their endless wish for fun -Thus you have born, Another One!It would take many days to seeThat they were right, and to agreeWith their nickname of this kind,For you are now a man of mind,For you can now respect the others,For you can see them as the brothers,For you can distinguish them allThough they may look like bricks in wall.For you can help them see the sunWhen one of them is in the run,When one of them have not at allIntentions to be Brick in Wall.You've grown to the man of mind,There are few ones on your side -And even fewer who can growTo break one day that cursed Row.So now relax, and just have funIn being this ... another one.